I'm Melissa. This is where I write things down and share new things. Sometimes I even post cute pictures of cats...
if you're looking for my portfolio,
it can be found here, or by clicking any of the links across the top of this page.
I just moved back to Ohio after living in the central valley of California for almost three years. People still mention that I'm all grown up and keep asking how being an adult is going, but I really don't know what they're referring to.
I'm officially a (self-proclaimed) curator -- OF GIFS. GIF CONNOISSEUR. Check it out. My GIF blog even made it to buzzfeed once.
ONE MORE CHECK OFF MY LIFELONG INTERNET TO-DO LIST.
Albums of note UPCOMING/2011/2010/2009
A list of albums from the year that had staying power. Not a top album list, because I haven't heard every album, so that just seems a bit silly to me -- the whole "of the year" thing... although I suppose in my own mind that's what they are...
a place where I keep things that are already memories and store things that are currently in my life that will inevitably become memories. Vague enough?
Vestiges of a Life Soon Forgotten
A photographic series devoted to images taken in and around my apartment where I lived for 3 years in college. I moved out for good in December 2009.
photobooth documentation of sketches i have done and/or found.
Monthly Self Portrait Series
This was a short-lived project that sometimes shows up without warning again on my feed, but definately cannot be considered an "on-going" thing.
My New California Life
What started as an essay series about my experiences living on the left coast turned into a general account of my life here -- through words, photos and other ephemera.
jef etters tips of the day
Jef Etters was a colleague of mine who gave me life tips on a daily basis via a telephone call from a rotary phone. I would then transcribe the tips and post them here for the benefit of all mankind. He didn't know what tumblr was (nor does he now), but he did want to share all his wisdom with the world. enjoy.
PLEASE NOTE: Jef did finally get free long-distance after 7pm EST and will occasionally call to give me tips to transcribe. Be on the look out, it'll change your life.
Funny and or poignant things I feel the need to share with the world via screen capture. This project carries on with the luck that the internet will continue to bring the lulz. I think the odds are in our favor.
I guess that often times when you try to think about how you’ll feel in a hypothetical situation, you feel like you know yourself well enough to determine what you will say and feel. Though, I’m almost sure about this, you are probably wrong about it almost 100% of the time.
I knew this day would come with it’s inevitable final update from another time zone. I knew that it would be sooner than any of us could have suspected. I knew that any morning could be the morning; any evening could be interrupted by the news. I’d thought about it for weeks: what would I feel like, how would I react?
I’ve already cried. I’ve been crying since the weekend in San Francisco when I first heard that it was worse than they’d expected. I’d been crying since I read the words: “is not doing very well” and “if there’s anything you wanted to say… now is the time.”
It’s not like he hadn’t been warning us for years, encouraging us to tell his stories and to take his place, because, as he often reminded us, “I won’t be around forever, you know.” For some reason, I never believed it when he said that; I didn’t want to believe it, I couldn’t. Even now, it seems like some terribly awful joke that it’s even possible for him to really be gone.
There are so many tiny things that remind me of him. So many mundane, daily tasks or rituals that are somehow tied into the life of a man I only spent approximately 14-15 weeks of my life around. He was with me growing up; for week-long increments every year… Sometimes more than a week as I got older.
I don’t credit my coffee drinking habit to him, but I do attribute my actual enjoyment of a good cup of coffee to him. He would tell me to get as much done as possible while the coffee was brewing because when it was ready it was time to relax and enjoy the company of those around you, or to take in something simple like watching birds in the yard. He showed me how to play the ukulele, taught me a huge deal about the history of music, and shared a love for danny kaye. He always shared his breakfast and always gave me the last of the coffee. He taught me what makes a good story, the first verse of The Charge of the Light Brigade, how to pretend to be confident when performing music (even if you’re so scared you want to throw up), how to hunt the wily pink elephant, and how to smile even when things are getting tough.
He would want us to finish the coffee; he would want us to keep telling the stories; he would want us to smile, even when it’s tough.
He wasn’t my father, my brother, my uncle or cousin; he was my friend. I will miss him dearly and think of him often. It’s not very often that someone will impact your life in such a profound and simultaneously quiet way — but Al was one of those people for me, and I’m so glad that I knew him as well as I did.